BA Baby! (Warning far too long entry...)
Trip Start Nov 08, 2004
55Trip End Nov 08, 2005
It was on the second night that my love affair began.
It started with the quaint cobbled streets and ageing mansions of San Telmo, the oldest neighbourhood in Buenos Aires and where our hostel was situated. Then I had my first encounter. I was swept off my feet by the evocative rhythms, the sensuous moves and the sultry looks. Born in the poorest parts of Buenos Aires in the mid 19th century and invented principally by the European immigrants, some may say that it's had its day. I disagree. The Tango is still alive and well in many of the bars and clubs of Buenos Aires and is the only dance I have seen which has the ability to transport you to a bygone era. I was hooked!
That night we had accidentally ended up in Bar Sul, a tiny, intimate bar in San Telmo. The bar was filled with small round tables, black and white tiles and old pictures. We walked into a couple dancing in and amongst the tables- a scene straight out of a 1940īs film. Old men sang and played their hearts out on the piano, double bass, guitar and the accordion. I was enchanted by the dancers; their faces touching lightly as they spun around the floor, their romantic grace, utter class and absolute intensity.
Of course most of the audience were tourists, but the atmosphere made it easy to forget that. We had only paid 20 pesos (from a discount ticket shop whilst trying to get tickets to the theatre), but I later found out that the couple next to us had paid 100! We got dragged up to have a try but felt nothing more than clumsy next to the grace of the dancers. (Walking sandals just weren't made for tango...)
Two days later we saw San Telmo square transform itself into a Tango dancing hall as young and old Argentines practised their technique to music blaring out from speakers. That was me convinced: tango wasn't only there for the tourists. Jason wasn't particularly keen to learn as you can imagine, but bless his heart he agreed to give it a go
Bryan (yes, an Argy called Bryan!!!) talked alot about the "language" of the tango dance and its history rather than just teaching us a set of steps. He had even written a massive bound volume about the history and styles of tango which he couldn't resist pulling out every few minutes. This man just lived for his tango and that made it a very special experience. Even the man who had been "dragged" there enjoyed swishing me around the floor as we both giggled uncontrollably at each other. We had planned to go back for a second lesson but never did... how I regret that now. We did get one more chance to dance at a street cafe in La Boca (see below). Whilst Jason danced with the typically pretty but short Argentine girl dancer, I got the bloke who was also all of about 5 foot tall.. but he did complement me on my "ocho paso" steps so I was very happy. Unfortunately that's where the tango story ends for now. We had been told about a great place where young people dance tango on Thursday nights and you get to dance with lots of different people (Bryan had told us this is the best way to improve) but alas every single tango club in Buenos Aires was closed on Thursday for some reason! Jason isn't in the clear yet though, I have heard that there is tango in Mendoza, our next stop
Europe or South America?
So what else of Buenos Aires? Well the "Aires" are certainly not very "Buenos"; it's big, noisy, polluted and full of crazy drivers. However, without succumbing to one of the most prevalent traveller diseases: exaggeration, BA really is one of the best cities I have been to. Why?
Well basically it's like the Paris, Milan, Barcelona or London of South America but with that extra dose of Latino culture and energy thrown in. The tree lined boulevards with grand 19 century buildings are reminiscent of what any great European city has to offer. The shopping is as good as London for a third of the price. It has lots of quaint bohemian neighbourhoods with artists and dancers tangoing in the squares surrounded by funky restaurants and bars, a dockside development full of bars and cafes and the most beautiful club I have ever been to (Opera bay). Not forgetting one of the world's classiest opera houses, great, cheap food, eclectic nightlife and a people full of passions.
When we first arrived Jason was quite ill, we think after eating something bad in Colonia
With the patient all recovered we explored the city centre which has enough grandiose public buildings to keep you occupied for a few hours but not a great deal more. It boasts the world's widest road with 18 lanes (apparently although Argentineans have been noted for claiming the World's best/biggest/longest everything...). One small problem though, this being a country full of politically passionate people we ran into a massive demonstration. All sorts of flags, banners, chanting, bonfires and about 50,000 crazed people, but we had no idea what it was all about!( I also saw another one less than a week later!) It made the first glimpse of the famous "Casa Rosada" (pink government house), all the more exciting though and it was easy to imagine Evita and Peron on the balcony giving their impassioned speeches. Later I went to the Casa Rosada museum and discovered that its history is littered with scenes like that - it seems the people have been "revolutioning" outside it since the city was built
Don`t cry for me Argentina..
If you know me you know about my obsession with the Evita story. I was in my element being able to visit the Evita museum and try to find out the real story. It seems she was loved and hated equally, but no one can deny the impact she had on the country's society and the uniqueness of her story. The strangest thing I found out was that 2 years after she died the Military stole her body and hid it for 16 years in Milan! Her grave was actually a big disappointment. The recoletta cemetery is for the rich and famous and full of incredible elaborate mausoleums for whole families, it felt more like a little town! Compared to the other "mansions", Evitaīs family shrine was a simple affair. Perhaps because she didn't arrive here until the 1970īs and space was running out.
Every neighbourhood in this city has a distinct character to it and that`s something I like about this city. From the glitzy northern suburbs with chic bars, restaurants and Plazas al la Soho, to the faded mansions and cobbled streets of San Telmo. On Sundays it's full of artists and street peddlers dressed up, people dancing in the cobbled streets and tango music played everywhere
There is every type of nightlife here, but it all starts late. On Saturday night we went to a dockside club which looks like the Sydney Opera house. Almost totally glass with open decks looking out to the water, terraces and fountains inside and full of about 1000 of BA's beautiful people. We arrived at 1.30am and it was dead. By 4am it was heaving and when we left at 6am it was still packed - quite a place.
A few nights later and we were in an opulent 8 storey high opera house. Yes it`s the truth, I managed to persuade Jason to go to Verdi's Requiem, perhaps only because we went with Carolina, Jason's ex Spanish teacher who is from BA, and her husband. (I am pretty sure it will be his last visit to an opera house though). From the 6th floor we had a great view of the elaborate gold gilding, ceiling frescoes and gigantic chandeliers
The next night could not possibly have been more different. A group of us from the hostel went to watch Argentina play Columbia in the world cup qualifier at the River Plate Stadium. Finding our entrance was a challenge and ended up with us all madly chasing round the stadium being told a different things by every steward. We eventually found ourselves in the "stand with the atmosphere". That's the standing part where all the fanatical fans wave flags, jump up and down and sing songs all night. I tell you, I have never heard Englishmen sing footie songs so tunefully! Plus any man who can jump up and down for 90 minutes on a railing only holding a piece of string for balance has a definite passion for the sport in my opinion! Mostly there were so many flags flying in your face you couldn't actually see the game (which was quite a boring one anyway)!
Always a bad side..
In the interests of being balanced I must mention the negative things about the city
Jason here....a few more comments about Buenos Aires.
The people of BA are called "Portenos" and are not particularly liked by any other part of the country, and from our experience they are not the best of the Argenitines we have met. Just a bit posh! The expectations we had from numerous European men (including free advice infront of Caroline which she couldn`t believe!) about the stunning girls are only valid if you like 4.5f tall women. Otherwise they are beautiful and slim ..no obesity problems here!
However the inevitable comparison with Rio makes you realise that BA doesn't have the stunning beaches, the fabulous location in the middle of mountains and lakes nor the hot climate. The melting pot of cultures in Rio means parties/clubs are more uncensored and raw, BA doesn`t have any visible racial mix outside of europeans. In Rio there are no quaint areas with tons of bars like here in BA. Where Rio has Samba, BA has Tango, and both are amazing but I imagine Samba is harder to learn. But the language (being Portuguese) and security issues of Rio mean we both agree that BA is the best city to live in on the continent, but for a holiday we love both!